Minerva_Mortis
Thirteenth Gatekeeper
A large black pick up truck came barrelling up the road that lead out of town towards the Rosewood Saber. Its tires screamed as the brakes were slammed on, the vehicle stopping at the end of the buildings drive way. Two tall men hopped out, both wearing leather and chains that jingled with each step they took towards the back of the truck.
Each of them picked up the end of a crate like box, hefting it out of the truck and carrying it to the front of the building. It was long enough to hold a human body inside, and in fact, it did. Yelling could be heard from within, muffled by the thick wood pannellng as weak fists pounded on the container.
The two men just laughed, kicking the crate to silence the being inside before the one poured a clear fluid over top of it, and the other lit a cigarette. "This is what happens when you steal from the wrong people. Did not your mother ever tell not to bite the hand that feeds?" The one smoking the cigarette asked, even though he did not expect an answer.
Once the box was thoroughly soaked, the cigarette was dropped onto the crate, which was placed at the foot of the steps. In a matter of seconds the wood was engulphed in flame. The men continued to laugh as they returned to their truck and drove off. The place was rumored to be abandoned, they had high expectations that she would die.
Smelling the smoke, the young woman began to panic, struggling and fighting to break out of the box, but she was just too weak. Starved and tortured for months on end had severely weakened the theif, and soon enough she just lay inside, crying as she waited for it to end.
This was not the case however, as a spindle had seen the flames through an open window and burst outside, followed by several of its siblings. Together they put out the fire and opened the crate, hauling one Sasha Marlow from the wood and bringing her inside. The only possession she had was a room key, and a pristine white feather that was sewn to the band of her hat. Looking over the room number they brought her upstairs where the medic spindle would tend to her.
Fujisato Aoi walks into the lobby of the inn. Setting her staff down she looked around silently. It was quaint, if not quiet. Making her way further in she sighed and rang the bell on the counter. As she waited she tightened her grip on her staff as she leaned on it.
